It is my job as a reviewer to draw in readers, even if an album is lesser known and not as widely heralded (like that fresh pile of really stinky poo from that one British band, what was it again, oh yes I remember, Hail to The Thief) around the music zine circuit.
Anyway, like I was saying, as an album critiquer, I feel compelled to write an interesting first sentence or two in order to attract clicks. More clicks, more readers, more readers, more traffic, more traffic, more cash, and consequently Mr. P gets paid. And NO ONE is happy when Mr. P don’t get his money. So you can see why I want to do my job dutifully and properly.
With that said, I can continue with the obligations and standard procedures of the ubiquitous webzine album review.
The Love Scene, who released EP back in 2001, comes from New Jersey and is positively drenched in the fetid redolence of emo. Just take a gander at their first two album covers, this album title, and most importantly, their band name, which is painfully self-explanatory. But ironically enough, or maybe it’s not ironic as I can never figure out what that word really means, this band has no emo qualities at all in their sonorous outlook.
Mimicking the ballsy, straight ahead rock formula of the Rolling Stones and crossing that with the 80s alt-country rock moments of The Replacements and Soul Asylum, mixed with the modern progenitors of blues-rock such as Whiskeytown, The Love Scene plays rather straightforward guitar-led rock and roll with heavy pounding drums and southern roadhouse bar crooned vocals, a la CCR. That’s right, bass guitar, you just got dissed. Oh yeaaa. Really, though, Blood is great if you like a heavy country rock album, but if you don’t like too much country (and I mean country) in your rock, then I would advise skipping this.
1. A Stone to Call My Own
2. You're the Only One
3. Walk the Line
4. Misinformation of the Local 101
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References
1. http://www.thelovescene.com/
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